[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades":3,"chapter-extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-chapter-670":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},418660,682,"Chapter 670: Hunger","extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-chapter-670",670,"\u003Cp>Each swing made his arms ache less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stance improved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His footwork grew smoother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword felt more and more like part of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hunger started gnawing at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he ignored it, thinking he could just keep training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he improved enough, maybe the Sovereign would return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe then he would be acknowledged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was still a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, the hunger became bigger than his fear of the Sovereign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stomach churned, twisting with pain, and the loneliness in the room became too loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corridor was dark, with cracked stones and ancient patterns etched into the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several doors lined the hallway, but he walked past them and moved toward the staircase at the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took him time to climb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His legs trembled, and he had to stop and rest more than once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the top of the stairs, he pushed open a heavy door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm light greeted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped into a massive palace hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ceiling was high, the walls lined with obsidian stone and red-glowing crystals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked forward, trying to take in everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several staff members and maids were moving about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stopped when they saw him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers started to spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Red eyes... black hair...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Could he be the Sovereign’s son...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A maid, maybe the bravest among them, approached him cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She crouched down to his level and spoke gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who are you? What’s your name? Why are you walking around the palace by yourself?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aa... sss...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child opened his mouth, but only strange sounds came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking was harder than he could’ve thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite all the knowledge embedded in his mind, speech and other knowledge necessary for day-to-day life hadn’t been part of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could swing a sword with supernatural precision, but he didn’t know how to form words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knowledge only taught him how to fight and destroy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stomach growled loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid blinked, surprised, but then smiled warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you hungry?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood and offered him her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come with me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She led him through another hallway and into a large kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent of food made his mouth water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, cooks were preparing a lavish meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his red eyes and black hair, the cooks paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He looks like him...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could it be...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever their thoughts, they didn’t stop her from seating him and serving food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They placed dish after dish in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ate fast, ravenously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time since his birth, he felt comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid stayed beside him, talking gently even though he couldn’t respond properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She laughed and poked his cheek once, making him smile a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finally finished eating, he got up and started wandering around the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched the cooks, eyes focused on how they chopped, stirred, and arranged ingredients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head cook noticed him and scowled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, brat. Don’t get in the way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t shove him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he let the boy watch. Even pointed things out once or twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child watched, fascinated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when the guards arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where is he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I saw him being brought here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A staff member that brought the guards pointed toward the boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards rushed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their swords were drawn, and their expressions was tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There he is!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They surrounded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their weapons didn’t scare him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not scary like the Sovereign’s cold gaze or the silence of the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid stepped in between, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s going on? He didn’t do anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Step aside. That child is a devil,\" one guard barked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child took a step toward her, unsure why her reaction made his chest ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stumbled back, not letting him touch her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear was evident in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the head cook walked over, annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell are you yelling for? He’s a kid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s a devil!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So is the Sovereign.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head of the guard turned sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How dare you compare the filthy Devils to the Sovereign—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He looks like him. That’s why everyone assumed he was his son. Even if he’s not, he’s still a child. Stop shouting. You’re making a scene.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then their leader stepped forward, grabbed the boy by the arm, and yanked him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They dragged him back through the corridors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They threw him back into the chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door slammed shut, and the sound of a lock turning echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t leave without permission again,\" the guard said through the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child walked up to the door and sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at it for a while, then raised his hand and scratched at it weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let... me... out...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cracked as he tried to speak for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me out... let me...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His throat burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words were barely recognizable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he continued to call out to the guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He screamed until he couldn’t anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he curled up and fell asleep, exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he woke up, he didn’t scream again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept going, over and over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time he struck the door, the blade cut deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hunger returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body screamed for food, but he ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered the warmth of the kitchen. The presence of the people. The sizzling food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to go back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to cook too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to be alone anymore, not after realizing there was something much warmer than the cold of his chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more desperate he got, the sharper his strikes became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword felt like an extension of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first thing he had ever touched. He held it as soon as he was born. Every motion felt natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the door broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stumbled out, panting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands were sore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stomach felt like it was twisting in on itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had made it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s when he saw the Sovereign descending the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child froze.\u003C\u002Fp>",1032,"2026-05-30T08:01:13.698Z","2026-06-01T04:30:42.299Z",1,"novelbin.me","34fe1c3caeb714e263e5c356d5d2c174b577ab1a34dcd41ee969ef9721d72892","extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-chapter-671","extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-chapter-669",839,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fextra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-cover.jpg"]